Am 22 and a bit weeks pregnant and having a bit of a rough time of it at present.I have a first class Arsehole as a partner who prefers getting pissed with his mates down the pub than thinking about helping me out.Meant to be moving house in a week or so and theres me shunting furniture around and cleaning under things, packing stuff away, lifting boxes etc whilst he says hes in work then i find him in the pub.will be back in 10 minsis texted to me every half hour. Well i lost it. After 3 hours of waiting for help i stormed down the pub, which is very small and very local and it was quite busy, no music just people chatting and drinking - to march over to the dick and tell himGet his arse home now and look after his kids as am off to my mums as had enough!!the pub went silent, everyone looked.sure enough within 5 mins he came storming home, only to tell me i made a Ct of myself and everyone thinks i am a dick and how i willlose outand how i havehad my chancehaha hahaWhat a dick.Why would any decent man treat his pregnant GF and the mother of his children like this?!! (see previous thread on his antics)Anyway all this stress and lifting, (please see previous posts of his antics) has been causing me a hell of a lot of stress. I keep getting hundreds of braxton hicks when i get stressed/angryi cant help it though. I feel like kicking him in the face. alot.I have wayy to much work at home to go up to my mums for a little while plus 3 other children. The 10 and 11 yr old would be fine with their dad but i would have to take the 2 yr old with me (normally goes to childcare 3 x per week) which means i cannot do or take any work with meRAHHHH i just want to scream and shout and cry and laugh all at the same time.MASSIVE SIGH*Is anyone else having a shit time?
sorry to moan guys. I just need to let of steam. I don't have many friends here where we live, its crap and boring in the countryside. Its overrated!!My house looks like WW3 has hit it, everything is everywhere due to the move. I used to be so house proudI just feel like there is no point in putting on make-up or doing my hair or dressing nice. Whats the point?? whos going to see me??Am sad, hormonal, paranoid, fed up and lonely.And yes i am feeling very sorry for myselfMy moods are up and down like a yoyo. I know its the hormones. How can i control them?